Where to start?

I have been wanting to do this blog for a long time but it's so hard to know where to begin.  As our 8th anniversary of Z coming into our family is approaching I decided the time to start is now.  I think about over the 8 years and the challenges never seem to end.  But then the sweet, funny and endearing times always over shadow the often despair.  We didn't know when I picked up the little 4 year old girl who was deaf from the shelter what other issues we would deal with.  Her mental health issues multiply the challenges and make it so difficult to find a place for this little girl that doesn't fit anywhere except at home.

Somewhere I read that you should write in a blog like you would write to your sister, the above is not how I would write to my sister!  Tonight I'm remembering how not long after Z came to us, she decided to make her own earmolds ( she wore hearing aides at the time) out of playdough and shoved hot, pink playdough in her ears.  It was a Holiday so I knew that I didn't want to sit in an ER for hours to deal with playdough so I had Dave hold her head while I carefully picked playdough out of her ears with a tweezers.  I got it all out and the lesson learned was to better supervise the playdough.  It's funny memories that I want to write about along with the agonizing moments that come with Z.